Uncertain how much time had passed, the blue-haired girl slowly awoke from her coma, intense dizziness accompanied by ringing in her ears, the whole world seemed to spin, and mosquito-like black spots floated across her retinas.
Beep—Beep—
The instruments beside her recorded the girl's gradually stabilizing vital signs. Tang Xin didn't know why but felt an overwhelming urge to cry out loud, as if she had sung an incredibly sad, heavy song in a dream, with everyone leaving her.
An indescribable heaviness weighed on the girl's heart, perhaps from a physiological stimulus, tears welled up uncontrollably at the corners of her eyes. As she struggled to hold back the tears and tried to brush them away, she discovered the tubes connecting her arms that maintained her life, and the unsightly scars from burns deeply stung her eyes.
She really wanted to cry, truly wanted to cry. Why was she so sad, so upset?
